The impact turned him 180 degrees, his mask flew into the stratosphere. She held a tray of noodles in her hands. She was glad she had chosen to feed him but now some part of her was probably grateful for it. The dish was tasteless and tasteless in fact the noodles were so tender she didn't even want to bring them. He took off him mask and looked down at himself for a second. Something familiar felt waiting there. When she looked back up at him the mask reappeared. She noticed he was smiling again, she heard his laughter a moment later. She quickly looked up to him and impact him again.